The King Is Dead

You thought that you would break us You'll never beat us down As long as blood runs through these veins You'll never wear the crown I'm sorry that I hate you I tried and tried again Everytime we take you back You fuck us once again All the times we'v

The knife of the rope or the lemon, this brain and I The sight of the drop got me off the roof Hey, the garage looks cleaner when you look at it sideways From high To finally admit we are born alone And that your only one's got an only one of their o

This is why Why we fight Why we lie awake And this is why This is why we fight When we die We will die With our arms unbound And this is why This is why Why we fight Bride of quiet Bride of all unquiet things Bride of quiet Bride of hell Of hell This

Assassin, Assassin They've come to take his life They wave the flag of Anarchy And chant "The King Must Die" The overthrow of authority, must start with his demise And so the witches all concede that we must close his eyes The King Is Dead, The

Thin december air is like the dry ice smoke You will come to your senses or inhale and choke My IQ allows me to brush you aside You are zeros and ones, you're wrong when I'm right Now the tyrant is dead and his lady is free I am going ahead with the

On a winter's Sunday I go To clear away the snow And green the ground below April all an ocean away Is this the better way to spend the day? Keeping the winter at bay What were the words I meant to say before you left? When I could see your breath le

Get the rocks in the box Get the water right down to your socks This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren bones We all do what we can We endure our fellow man And we sing our songs to the headframes' creaks and moans And it's one two three On the wron

See this ancient riverbed See where all our follies are led Down by the water and down by the old main drag I was just some towhead teen Feeling around for fingers to get in between Down by the water and down by the old main drag The season rubs me w

Here we come to a turning of the season Witness to the arc towards the sun A neighbor's blessed burden within reason Becomes a burden borne of all and one And nobody, nobody knows Let the yolk fall from our shoulders Don't carry it all, don't carry i